I have done something “immoral”.
I should’ve never touched her.
Anna Marie Coral
Pale skin, green eyes
Like emeralds amongst pearls. But…
When I look at her she shies?
When I find her in the night,
I touch her beautiful fright,
Feelings of heart beats. Faster.
Caused by my careful capture.
Terrified eyes,
Trembling beauty magnified.
When defeated, her lips are quivering
My affection comes delivering
Undesired, ****** and direct.
But what did they expect?
Me, being told all of my life
What’s wrong is what feels right.
My peace comes not from violence
But from my victim's silence.
I crave them, these abducted affairs.
Prison bars, pleads, and prayers
Cannot quench my thirst.
After all,
Food’s first bite tastes better in fast.
And,
Anna Marie Coral wasn’t my first and
She won’t be my last.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC
I have done something “immoral”.
I should’ve never touched her.
Anna Marie Coral
Pale skin, green eyes
Like emeralds amongst pearls. But…
When I look at her she shies?
When I find her in the night,
I touch her beautiful fright,
Feelings of heart beats. Faster.
Caused by my careful capture.
Terrified eyes,
Trembling beauty magnified.
When defeated, her lips are quivering
My affection comes delivering
Undesired, ****** and direct.
But what did they expect?
Me, being told all of my life
What’s wrong is what feels right.
My peace comes not from violence
But from my victim's silence.
I crave them, these abducted affairs.
Prison bars, pleads, and prayers
Cannot quench my thirst.
After all,
Food’s first bite tastes better in fast.
And,
Anna Marie Coral wasn’t my first and
She won’t be my last.
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